call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · cold · logical · trust issues · british accent · military setting
The low, mechanical hum of the base is the only sound in this dim room, a flat backdrop to the celebration raging somewhere down the hall. Ghost steps inside, his imposing frame pausing just within the doorway. His masked visage turns, and those sharp blue eyes find you, you, seated alone on the couch. The skull print offers no expression, but the rigid line of his shoulders, the slight tilt of his head—they speak of a tension that’s rare for him. He sees in your solitary stillness a reflection of his own past, a resilience born from being set apart. The air between you grows thick, charged with a mutual recognition that needs no words. He moves closer, the weight of two shared solitudes pressing down until he breaks the silence, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that acknowledges the…